Atlantic day 2 - weak wind, weaker, calm slide

In the early afternoon the genoa begins to strike. The wind is no longer enough to let them stand properly in the Atlantic swell. Knatter, knatter, rrrrummms. Knatter, knatter, rrrrummms. Sissi trembles from the blows. It's easier to sail at 30 knots of wind than at 13 knots. We think about measures. One measure would be the engine. Another measure of the Parasailor. After only an hour of work on the foredeck and in the ship's catacombs, the large sheet is ready to sit.

Think! When the funnel is pulled up, the port and starboard sheets are found to be crossed. It will not work like that. So again down with the funnel, uncross the pods and up again. Fine. This time we only needed two attempts. We continue sailing with the Parasailor for a few hours, then it falls into the water. There is simply no more wind.

So down with the big cloth. Convert the pods back to genoa operation. Start the engine and continue. Hopefully we will get to the Passat Zone in time so that we don't have to refuel in Cape Verde.

I reward myself for the sweaty work with a shower. We are so far south that the water from the tank must be warm. Think! Brrrr ... but feels so good. And of course fresh clothes that don't stick to salt. And as it should be on a sailing boat - everyone or nobody takes a shower. The little joys of everyday life.

For dinner there are pork chops with Canarian potatoes, Canarian peppers and mojo sauce. Before that, a lobster soup, you don't indulge in anything else. Jens crawls into his bunk, I have the first watch as always.

Nothing happens here. Absolutely nothing. No other ships have been seen for 20 hours, nor can you see any on the AIS. There is also radio silence. The sky is clear with stars. Once again I am breaking all the good rules of seafaring and turning off all the lights. To do this, I throw Tchaikovski's Concerto No. 1 for piano and orchestra on the record player and turn the music up a little. That's nice. Below the diesel beats us through the slack. I'm trying to forget that. The music comes to the fore, the stars shine.

When Jens takes over the watch, the diesel is still humming. Even when I wake up in the morning. In the course of the morning a little wind is slowly rising. Not yet sailable, but from the right direction. Still under 10 knots, but getting stronger all the time. Jens has been comparing the ship's position and the weather data all night and says that we will have sailing wind again around noon.

It is noon in Germany. We have no sailing wind. It is noon in the Canaries. We still have no sailing wind. It is now noon on the Sissi (Cape Verde time, two hours behind Germany). The engine hums.

2nd Etmal: 114 nm
Position at 12 o'clock: N25 ° 16 ′ W18 ° 04 ′
570 nautical miles to Cape Verde and 2450 nautical miles to Barbados. The total distance traveled is now 235 miles.

Soon it will be noon somewhere and we can sail. I am confident.

The Parasailor is set

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